Please look, It is very important that you look at him
pls write more on mommy and daddy 🥺🥵 literally anything just never stop pls
I’m glad you liked it anon!! It was definitely a very self indulgent piece haha ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
I would love to keep writing the mommy/daddy team! I think it would be very fun to write and have the reader just being passed between them or lovingly destroyed <3
I just don’t know who would be good for the duo. Like I can’t keep writing myself as the mommy haha ^^;
or can I 👀
♡ ♡ ♡
alskdhdgfl mission accomplished heheh >:3c
Aizawa and I showing our good girl a good time 💕
this is for @hisgoodpuppy based on this and this but I couldn’t get it to format correctly in the askbox so 👀 also tagging @bunny-reader ehehehe
tw: light choking, mommy/daddy name calling, mention of tied wrists
“Use your words, baby. You can speak, can’t you?”
“Shouta, be sweet.”
“She can speak, not fucked out yet.” The rythmic, wet slap of skin on skin never faltered as Aizawa spoke, hips pounding himself deep inside of you. His hands grip the back of your knees as he presses forward harder, tucking you into a mating press and fucking into you to cut off any words that might form in your head. His cock fills your pussy in wet squelches, stretching you to the brim as waves of pleasure shoot throughout your body.
“Daddy!” The cry leaves your lips as his cock bottoms out in you with a firm smack of his balls against your ass, tears threatening to leave your eyes as Aizawa picks up the pace. His normal tired persona is gone, as it always is when he’s fucking his two girls, and now he’s all furrowed brows, glistening skin, and insane stamina as his hips snap deep into you. You’re gasping now, in both pleasure and haziness as he fucks you. His light eyes barely leave your face, black hair falling around him as he fills you with pleasure.
The new pace forces you deeper in my chest as I cradle you close, holding you perfectly for Aizawa to thrust into. Your wrists had been tied earlier in a deep purple satin ribbon and placed around my neck, stretching your chest and putting you on display for both of us. “You’re so beautiful baby girl, you’re taking your daddy so well.” I whisper a coo in your hair and kiss away any tears that might leak out. One of my hands is holding behind your knee, clasped with Aizawa’s, and the other rubs slow, lazy circles on your clit. “He’s so deep in you, gonna fill you up nice and full.” I say to both of you.
It earns a groan from him and a gasped “mommy” from your spit shiny lips. “That’s it baby girl, clench like that again.” Aizawa praises and you automatically respond, pussy clenching around his cock and his head drops to watch himself disappearing in you. Your wetness coats his cock and catches the light as strings of white connect your hips to his.
“Mommy” you whimper again, looking up at me with a dazed expression. Two orgasms had already been pulled from you, one from your daddy’s fingers as he teased you and the other from mommy’s mouth as I drank you up- and your third was fast approaching.
“Shh, I’m here baby.” I say and press a slow kiss to your lips, swallowing your whimpers and whines as you’re thrusted along my chest. My tongue dances along your bottom lip, ready to slip into your mouth, but your face is pulled away abruptly with two fingers griping your chin.
“Stop coddling her. She needs to tell me what she wants.” Aizawa commands. His hand slips down from your chin to your throat, squeezing slightly. It sends a gasp through you as you arch against me. I hum and kiss at your cheek, locking eyes with him, “I just want to kiss our baby, Shouta.” I tease even though I love seeing him be firm with you. He scoffs and pulls his hips back, head of his cock barely teasing your entrance, before snapping forward to bottom out in you.
You groan out as he stuffs you full with a gush of wetness dripping out of your overused cunt. Aizawa’s eyes never leave mine as I let go of his hand, leaving him to hold you open, and reach up to fondle at your breast, rolling the hard nipple between my fingers and turn my head to kiss you deeply. I let the pad of my finger slap against your clit which has you gasping into my mouth. It sends your pussy throbbing around Aizawa’s cock as we fight over you, each wanting to show you love in our own way.
I pull away, a string of saliva connecting us and breaking only to fall on your chest, mingling with your sweat. “My pretty baby girl.” I praise loud enough for him to hear. Aizawa takes it out on your pussy, thrusts getting shorter as he keeps his cock buried in your tightening walls.
Your chest is heaving with the attention, eyes cloudy with the overstimulation and pleasure that both of us are pushing onto you. I nuzzle into your cheek to make you stare back at your Daddy and I give him a sweet smile. Aizawa smirks at the sight of you completely fucked out and hazy, and puts a light pressure on your throat. It brings you back enough to focus your eyes on him. “You can be our good girl and ask.” He reminds you.
You nod quickly and attempt to gasp out an answer against the light chokehold. Yes, yes- that’s all you want. To be good, to feel good, to make us feel good, only for mommy and daddy- you don’t even realize you’re saying it out loud, babbling almost incoherently, until the pressure on your neck loosens. Both Aizawa and I coo at the senseless words that our baby is making, letting you lose yourself in your words as they trail off to short groans of ‘ah! ah!’
His hand resumes it place behind your knee and he spreads you wider as both of your climaxs build. I press quickly circles to your clit as you open your mouth in a loud whimper as you feel me suck small patches of red against your neck where his hand was. Aizawa’s hips start to stutter against your own, deliciously deep groans escaping his throat as you bring him to the brink.
“Cum for mommy” he commands and bottoms out inside of you to rut against your g-spot, the head of his cock kissing your cervix.
“Cum for daddy” I coo as I tighten the circles on your clit and move to press a slow kiss to your temple.
And you do- beautifully and messily and loudly. Your third orgasm has Aizawa letting out an equally loud curse as he empties inside of you, cum spilling out of your pulsing cunt and around his cock. He ruts a few more times, letting you soar through your orgasm before your whimpers turn to soft cries, arms pulling against my neck in an attempt to stop the pleasure racking your body. My fingers leave your puffy clit and he pulls out with a spill of cum seeping onto the sheets. Aizawa stares at the sight and I lean up slightly to watch the bedsheet darken with the amount of cum leaking out of your swollen pussy. Aizawa’s gaze trails up your worn body before he presses a deep kiss to your lips. “Good girl, you did so well.” He whispers, voice full of adoration for you.
“So good for mommy and daddy.” I match his volume, my voice laced with love, and press my own kiss to your swollen lips.
“Our baby girl.”
🌀_🌀 please too hot. too much.
i’d be such a whimpering little mess from the touching, kissing, & sucking alone. i’d just be babbling for more because you both make me feel so good. i may not even be able to come up with words. just nodding and whining loudly.
i think the crying would come from knowing i’d probably be cumming too much before i get to make both of you feel good. i want to be useful & make my mommy & daddy feel good too. i want to be held down & i hit your sweet sensitive spots. i want to be used for your pleasure or even just watch~
& hitoshi coming over after? ooo is he my reward for being so good for you?
That’s exactly how mommy and daddy like you, when you’re just a mindless mess unable to form words <3 but you still nod when we ask “do you like that baby?”, still whine loudly as we push you to your limits with “you can give us one more because you’re our slutty little pup”. You still always chant “daddy” as Aizawa is pounding into you and you so sweetly call out “mommy” when I hold your knees to your chest and kiss you so deeply.
And you do make us feel good. When you screw your eyes shut with tears leaking out as we use our good girl however we want, mommy and daddy share a special look because we’re just so proud of our little puppy, she’s so needy just for us, and we both love you so so much. Aizawa and I don’t let up on the praises and teasing comments even when he’s pumping deep inside of you and I bring your hand down to please mommy. We cover you with kisses as you cum again and again until you’re begging that “ ‘s too much!”
After mommy and daddy are finished, all three of us a panting, sweaty mess of limbs- then Aizawa will get up first to start cleaning up while I hold you close and coo to our little girl about what a great job you did, how wonderful you are, how messy you can get. Mommy and Daddy will make you all soft and clean, a perfect puppy laying all fucked out on the bed as we slip out of the room with a promise of bringing you fruit and water to recover.
And if Hitoshi slips in, after Aizawa and I firmly tell him not to push you too much- you’ll thank us later for your reward <33
Why was I reading the Loveless manga when I was ten years old?? And it was my favorite?? No wonder I’m like this 🤦🏼♀️
now i’m imagining you & aizawa playing with me and teasing me. & just me writing & wiggling about calling you “mommy” & “daddy”
help me please
God, we would take such good care of you- pamper you, spoil you, love you every day. Aizawa and I would just love to have a good little puppy to come home to.
We would tease you as you lay between us- both of us lightly touching your shoulders and thighs, pressing soft kisses all up and down your body as our fingers trail closer and closer to you. We would mutter to each other how good you sound, how sweet you taste, how perfectly you respond to us.
After we get you worked up then I would pull you to my chest, settle you between my legs as I spread you open. Your daddy would hover over you, pressing soft kisses down your body and hips. Your mommy would kiss and suck your neck, touching you lightly as you whine. You would plead “more daddy’ when he kisses up your thighs and “please mommy” as I hold you against my chest to keep you still and fondle you.
You wouldn’t have to worry about anything with your mommy and daddy here with you <3
tagged by Mateo (@mogplush) to post my lock screen, last song i listened to & last saved picture! (Which ironically was more music! I’m on a soundtrack kick, leave me alone)
thank you @dekusbunny for the tag! i was secretly hoping this would make its way to me ♡
lock screen, last song you listened to, last saved picture
Thank you sweetheart for the tag <33
Tagging: anyone who sees this and wants to show off their lockscreen, last song you listened to, and last photo saved
so I woke up and decided to write 2k of Nanami and puppy!girl smut so…that’s where I am right now emotionally
cloudyyyyyy!!! the tags on your rb were so, so sweet waaaaah 🥺🤍 im really happy you enjoyed the fic i love u so muchhhhh!!
Sophieeeee 🥺🥺🥺 thank you for tagging me <3333 I’ve been so so excited about it and it exceed all expectations!!! I was fully planning on reading it later but I read the first two paragraphs and I was hooked 😩 toshinori really does deserve all the love and care
and sex he can get and your fic was really lovely towards him (灬♡ ω ♡灬)
if i didn’t care, would i feel this way?
- pairing: yagi toshinori/all might x fem! reader
- words: 10.1kcw/tw: (accidental) sugar daddy + sugar baby to lovers (no daddy kink), a touch of hurt/comfort but mostly fluff, hints of gentle femdom, unprotected sex + creampies, size difference (even though he’s quirkless), toshinori lifts and carries reader, lots of pet names (including little girl, little lady, etc.)
Toshinori Yagi is tired. That kind of tired ache that seeps into the bone marrow and weighs him down, making every step forward or blink of his eyes an almost Herculean task. He’s spent years like this; never quite enough sleep, never enough nutrition to feel full. Toshinori’s life after All Might has been full of almost’s and not enough’s, never wholly satisfied.
He tells you the only time that exhaustion ever seems to leave his body is when he’s with you. When he gets to sink to the floor to worship your body or into your bed to let your hands roam over his, to be taken care of and take care of you all at once, those are the moments where he feels that weight lifted.
soft dom nanami on the brain (spanking, ‘sir’ kink, fem reader)
you’re bent over his knee and he’s rubbing circles on your ass, gently murmuring;
“now, why would you go and be a brat like that? hmm? did you want to be punished, sweetheart?” he gently gives you a tap, more gentle admonishment than any real ‘punishment’, that makes you rock against his lap. “come on. answer the question.”
you respond with a soft mewl, your face warming at the attention - the lewd way you’re displayed, bare for him, over his favourite chair with a glass of his favourite whiskey to one side. he’d been planning to carve out some time to read tonight; but you’d been too needy for him, distracting him, rubbing your face against his knee and whining about how wet you were–
“i didn’t quite hear that,” he says, clicking his tongue in admonishment, and you’re all needy and heated as you whisper–
he sighs, as if he’s world-weary at your antics, but you feel his cock stir in his dress pants.
“then i guess we’ll add five on for doing it on purpose,” he says, and you hear the whistle of him pulling his hand back. “count them as i hit, be a good girl– and don’t forget to say thank you–!”
he strikes you, flat palmed and hard, on the meat of your rump - sending electric shock shivers of pain and pleasure all through you, your whimper lost in a moan.
“o-one! th-thank you–”
he rubs circles on the heated cheek, pinching some of the flesh between thumb and forefinger so you squeak aloud, aware of how wet the space between your thighs is, the aching heat as his finger ghost from the ass cheek to brush over your cunt with the barest whisper of pressure and you resist the urge to grind into those big fingers because you know, you know nanami is trying to teach you a lesson–
“thank you, what?”
“thank you, sir!”
he leans his head down to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head, amongst your hair, murmuring “good girl. that’s not so hard, is it?”
I just gotta ask for a second- are you plus sized yourself? I mean not to be nosy or anything its just that you write for plus sized readers which is ironically not something I see often on blogs run by people who are not plus sized 😅
I am plus size (or fat or chubby, whatever word is going around at the moment hehehe)! I make references to myself being big a lot, whether in posts or tags. That’s why I write for chubby!reader because I rarely see my own body type in fics!
Consider: protective best friend Natsuo, and you're both slowly falling in love w/ each other.
You're one of his class mates, and one week he starts noticing that you come into class a little more tired each day, and one day, u even fall asleep in class, which isn't like u at all.
He gets permission to visit the girl's dorms during lunch, & after classes, to help take care of you. He has a spare notebook full of notes from classes, since you got permission to ditch for the following week, to rest and recharge and heal.
But really, Natsuo just tells you all the gossip he's heard throughout the day, to make you laugh. And he cooks you meals and feeds you.
When you're ready to go back to classes, you both overhear people whispering about how you got "undeserved" special treatment, and Natsuo stands up for you and makes sure you have a really good day, every day, from then on.
And at some random point, everyone starts asking if you two are dating, and so one day at lunch, you both admit your feelings for each other.. and you're both cheesily smiling all big, for the rest of the week.
Bestie…I just wrote 1,158 words….here u go..this is just fluff and a little bit of pining haha….
“Nakamura broke a table.”
You look up from the notebook, pen trailing off as you copy down his notes. For a big guy, Natsuo has neat handwriting and takes excellent notes. “He broke a table?” You repeat with a raised brow.
Natsuo chuckles from his place in front of the stove. “Yup. In biology. He sat on it during his presentation and it snapped in half.” The light haired man turns to face you, pot of curry simmering. He puts his hands together and mimes a snap, adding a tongue click as a sound effect.
You giggle as he saunters over to you at the counter and glances down at his notes. “Anddd, there,” a large finger taps the bottom of the page. Underneath an explanation of comparative anatomy for a certain fungi, Natsuo had documented the accident.
You laugh fully now, pen dropping as you cover your mouth to quiet the loud outburst. No one else is in the dorm’s kitchen save for you two and the sound echos across the tile.
Your eyes screw shut as tears leak out- leaving you unable to see the relief on Natsuo’s face at hearing that sound. His smile is soft, eyes warm despite their steely color as he stares at you. He reaches out, ready to brush away the happy tears and say how happy he is that you’re feeling better and that he-
The rice cooker clicks off and he goes to fetch it.
It was only a week off- a “mental health vacation” as your advisor had called it. Your professors were fine with it, since no exams or projects were upcoming and Natsuo had volunteered immediately to bring you notes. You had barely finished saying to your friend group that you were taking a break before Natsuo had jumped up and yelled, literally yelled, that he would take notes for you (the chair was also sent flying backwards- as if he still didn’t know his own strength and size).
It was better, you were better. A clear mind, rested eyes, and soft expression as you walked into the Biology classroom. Unfortunately the broken table had been taken away and yet to be replaced, so it left the class short on seating. You take a spot on one of the empty chairs towards the front, ready to dive back into the work.
“Didn’t the professor mark you as absent because you were five minutes late?” The voice is hushed, but close enough for you to hear.
“And what happened to the three absents and you’re dropped rule?” Another voice hisses.
Your ears burn as the group pointedly talk about you. Yes, the professor is a hard-ass, but you gave ample warning and didn’t slack on your assignments. You try to tune it out but the chattering fills your head- talking about how ‘unfair’ it is, how ‘undeserving’ you are.
As soon as it starts, it’s silenced. The group falling quiet and it makes you look up, craning your neck to see the large mass standing in front of you.
Natsuo’s face is void of his normal smile, instead there’s a harsh line between his brows and you realize he’s talking- no, scolding the group.
“If you’re really working towards helping others, then you shouldn’t berate and gossip about them when they need help.” He’s throwing out, voice firm and cold. Your bag is picked up, slung over his shoulder and his hand grabs yours. He easily hauls you up and pulls you to the back of the room where he normally sits (he’s too big, too tall, to be anywhere but the back) and plops you down in his normal seat.
The sudden and quick change has you staring at him as he sits down next to you, so close his leg is touching yours. “Natsu-,” you trail off as he quickly glances over at you, ears turning red as he sets out his textbook.
“Let me know if they say anything else. You shouldn’t have to take that. You don’t deserve that.” He mumbles. You smile at him, and place a hand on his thick bicep. He startles at the touch and looks at you wide eyed.
“Thank you, Natsuo.”
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“How long have you two been dating?”
You and Natsuo both choke- you almost spitting out your drink and him coughing around his food.
Your friend group seem surprised at this reaction- offering napkins and cups of water from around the table. The other patrons in the dining hall seem off put by the noise but don’t comment.
“We’re not-“ “That’s not-“ you both speak at the same time with red faces and refuse to look at each other. Your friends brush off the scene, making comments about how ‘blind’ you two are, and that you need to ‘get a move on’.
You and Natsuo don’t talk for the rest of the lunch break.
Neither of you move away though, and you still feel the press of his thigh against yours under the table.
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“So,” Natsuo starts suddenly, breaking the silence of the evening walk back to the dorms. His arm brushes your shoulder every now and then, and your fingers knock against his.
“So?” You question, angling yourself to look at him. He’s quiet, mouth pressed thin as he stares ahead and keeps his slow pace.
“Soooo.” You encourage with a small smile as you push against his shoulder. He stops suddenly to stare down at you. You match his gaze, tilting your head to the side as you stare up at him.
“Remember what they said today, at lunch?” He asks, voice soft in a great contrast to his hulking figure.
Of course you do. You’ve been thinking about it all afternoon- what it would be like to say “oh we’ve been together for a while now” or “every day feels like the first day”
Natsuo is staring at you, eyes locked on your own as he stands tall and firm. He’s beautiful in the waning light, and it strikes you hard. The sun catches on his hair, reflecting in a soft glow and his eyes shimmer. Natsuo Todoroki is big, handsome, protective, kind and caring and sweet and your closest friend.
You reach other just as he does and you both freeze. He laughs first, followed by your own as you grab his hand and lace your fingers together.
It’s slightly awkward; you have to push yourself up, and he has to bend slightly, but when your lips meet and you melt into each other in the soft evening light- it’s perfect.
strange roommates au:
itadori yuji + bokuto kotaro (jjk x hq)with some shared ideas from @cloudyyangel
- hello himbo central ! there is not a single person that walks out of yuji and bokuto’s slightly-in-shambles house without a smile
- the guys share an old house that is run down but very quaint. none of the furniture matches, the kitchen sink faucet is always leaking, & sometimes the ac needs a little love tap to get going, but it’s homey
- they have a sofa on the porch, a couple broken lawn gnomes, & a mailbox in the shape of a dog that always seems to be overflowing with mail. sometimes their responsible friends will bring in the mail for them, and remind them that bills are a thing
- it’s a mystery how, but even with the stray pizza slices & socks, the house smells really nice
- surprisingly the small house came with a pool and it’s always clean. they are always hosting loud parties that always end with everyone in it. bokuto & yuji always dare people to jump off the roof into pool, but end up doing it themselves. they just love hearing the cheers. they get so high from attention.
- though the parties do get really rowdy, the boys are not afraid to put their foot down. they have a poorly made sign with the rules hanging in their living room, the first rule being “respect the women”. they will not hesitate to throw a scumbag out their squeaky front door…literally. they’re very charming with neighbors so noise complaints are few & far between.
- they will throw scumbags out quick, but if a love interest or sexual conquest is over for multiple days, & they’ve been cooking & cleaning for them, they don’t have the will to kick them out. they just really love the company & having someone to cuddle with at night.
- it has to be said that yuji’s mattress is on the floor & bokuto’s is raised up by a couple wooden pallets. yuji does have a matching bed set though & bokuto does always make his bed.
- as crummy as their house is, they always have people over. it’s a safe space for friends to let loose & relax. they’ve made multiple keys sets for friends because they don’t mind people hanging at their house when they’re out at the gym or work or whatever. the boys really love coming home to people chilling in their living room or bbqing in the backyard. they live for good vibes always & people look forward to that energy when they go over.
- plus there’s always beer in the fridge & pizza rolls & frozen burritos in the freezer. you’re lucky if you find a hot pocket or otter pop. bokuto & yuji do eat a tiny bit better when they remember to buy groceries. they both come home often with a rotisserie chicken & will plop themselves on the couch, watch tv, & eat out of the container.
- yuji & bokuto enjoy bro-ing out together. there is not a more charismatic & softer beer pong duo in existence. they like going to the gym together, playing video games, & talking about girls.
- they’re very competitive, but in very dumb ways like, “i bet i can fit more cheetos in my mouth than you!” or “my head is so much stronger, watch me crush this beer can with it”. it’s all fun & games until the stakes are increased. someone please help them
- it’s usually megumi & akaashi that come in with rationality & words of wisdom. both of them are constantly keeping these boys out of trouble and poor home improvement choices with regular visits. they always look at each other like “why us 🙂? ”
- it’s important to know they almost never wear a shirt at home. once they’re home they’re home. they’ll manspread & burp without saying excuse me. it’s so completely a boys den
more from strange roommates au series :
Just a reminder that Natsuo gives the best bear hugs with those broad shoulders, big bulky chest, and burly arms.
Natsuo engulfs you.
The moment you need a hug- need some comfort or validation or just him, he’s there. His arms wrap around you, one resting across your waist while the other settles around your shoulders to pull you flush to him. His chest is hard, warm, and broad as you nestle into it- as close to his heart as you can get. His cheek presses to the top of your head, his sweet words of praise and love traveling straight to your brain.
He blocks out everything with only his body- creates your own little world in his arms. A world meant for only you and him
no because when you wrote "he is bigger than you no matter whay size hou are because he's just that broad", my plus size self screamed istg
He’s just huge. There are very few who are bigger than him (like his father and of course fucking All Might but when you’re a close second-it’s fine). So no matter your height, or size, or any insecurities you may have- he’s bigger than all of it. And he’ll always let you know whether with his words or his actions- telling you how cute you are, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck, whispering how little you are as he pounds into you. Natsuo is always, always, the best <3
bestie you have turned me into the biggest natsuo simp and kinnie AND IM SO THANKFUL TO YOU PLEASE
*walkie talkie cackles* we gottem, take the shot
Natsuo Todoroki is vastly underrated which is odd considering he is big, handsome, funny, caring, sweet, protective, etc etc etc do I need to go on…
But on a serious note alskdhgd I’m so happy that I’m the one who did that ehehehe please feel free to yell with me about natsuo at any time <33
Wearing Natsuo’s jacket as he pounds into you making you feel even smaller as he whispers into your ear ‘you like that baby? You like wearing my jacket as I make a mess of your pretty pussy, look how much you’re drooling for me down there…fuck.’
HELLO?!!??! STARI ARI?!?!?! T;HE FUCKJF
You don’t even question if the jacket fits when he tells you to wear it. No matter your size, Natsuo is bigger. He’s broad, tall, absolutely thick and you’re honestly small compared to him. His meaty hands engulf your own in a tight grip, his chest so broad that it completely covers yours as he presses against you, his hips are thick enough where they feel like they could crush you as they pound into you. You’re sweating and drooling everything into the jacket as he fucks you in it with praises of ‘you’re such a good little baby, taking me so well. Gonna make you a big mess for being so good to me.’
I know it’s almost 2am but all I can think about is being trapped under Natsuo’s big body with his beefy arms caging me in as his giant fingers choke me and my legs wrap around his thick waist as he pounds me with his fat cock and I cry